free falling

The scent of incense colored with the sounds of prayer and desperate cries filled the air, which reminded Sumia of her homesickness. It’s heartbreaking, but she pressed onward with a look of determination on her face. There are rumors of someone here that she’d like to meet.

In her hand, there’s a bright blue rose with the edge of its petals gilded gold. She chose the first person she smelt that had the smell of delicious sweets clinging to their clothes. He’d be handsome if there wasn’t a glint in his eyes that she didn’t like.

“Lord Bethany, it’s an honor to be in your presence.” Sumia mumbled, biting her lips since the fineries of court decorum had always eluded her grasp. She doesn’t know if she should stand or bow or avert her eyes. “Do you desire gifts of fealty?”

With glasses askew on her face, Sumia forced herself through a crowd of demons to land next to the lavender-haired mage’s feet. “I’m sorry!” Picking herself off the floor, she brushed the dirt off her armor, then she glanced up into the woman’s face before staring demurely down at her riding boots.

“Sorry! I-I— you remind me of a friend I used to have.” There’s a regality to the other woman’s form that was similar to her Lord, but she doesn’t deserve to call him that now. “Anyways, I believed you drop this…” She held out a form of currency in her hand.